Came down on a Monday Somewhere in the Midlands Tasted flea tasted man Couldn't tell the difference Asked around on Tuesday Got nothing from a tree The guide had said What talks is red That's all there is to see Who wants the world? Who wants the world? Who wants the world? (Not me) allow me to rearrange (not me) your face sometime (Not me) I'd really like to (not me) get to know you better Looked around on Wednesday Took in all the sights The promised land Been left to man Been ruined overnight Peering through the portholes With teardrops in their eyes The ship they took For one last look At Thursday's setting sunrise Who wants the world? Who wants the world? Who wants the world? (Not me) allow me to rearrange (not me) your face sometime (Not me) I'd really like to (not me) get to know you better Who wants the world? Who wants the world? Who wants the world? Who wants the world? Who wants the world? Who wants the world?